Tainted Blood Genshin Impact Novels & Stories

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.

Aaron looked back up at me, and I nodded for him to go on. “Lucifer still found a way around this. He sent human souls back up through the Neverplain. They were infused with his tainted blood. Their only mission was to possess the living humans and procreate to spread his corruption. But the human souls would burn out too quickly under the weight of the tainted blood.” I remembered Nathaniel telling me about the human soul being in constant battle with the demon side. I had seen this happen in Colton earlier today.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

He was alarmed as realization dawned on him. Lisa's left palm was bloody and on her right hand was a splinter from the broken cup of oat. Alex flung the door open but he was late. Blood zipped down Lisa's neck and she charged towards him with the bloody splinter. "Lisa please, I was wrong, I am sorry, I meant no harm, just drop this please." He pleaded and tried to get the splinter out of her grip.

Love is a complex being. One that most would sell their all for to decipher, but in most cases their all isn't nearly enough to cover the cost of this delicate emotion that we all want to feel, understand, charish and give back to the one most deserving of being gifted by this godly given. All we want is something pure, something clean and untouched by our sinful hands, but that is as rare as chickens teething.

Caitlin lifted her face to the stars, felt the tears on her cheeks. Her throat was raw and burning, her chest tight. If her father had been one such as Zen, contaminating her blood, Zen had finished what her parent had started. She hadn’t mixed up her blood samples with Zen’ because she had been so tired. Her blood matched his exactly.

Going pale, Nora burst into tears, shrieking that he was a deranged lunatic. Guests jeered. "As if Nora could ever be involved with someone like you. Prove it!" "Yeah, do you have evidence?" Nora’s face drained completely. The vagrant, Caleb Turner’s voice cut through the ballroom, "Strip off her dress. There’s a round red birthmark on her upper left thigh." Michael’s face flushed purple with fury. "Get this raving lunatic out of here!" I smirked. This bum might very well be the child’s real father. After all, Michael couldn’t father children.

"A Lycan's blood. It is the only substance pure enough to burn away the rot. But it is a dangerous thing to give, my Queen. It creates a link. It binds you to him in ways even the mate bond cannot." I didn't hesitate for a single second. I grabbed my hunting knife from the side table, the steel gleaming in the candlelight. With one swift motion, I sliced a deep line across my left wrist. I didn't flinch at the pain; I welcomed it. The blood that flowed wasn't the usual crimson of a wolf. It was a rich, shimmering gold, filled with the strength of a thousand ancestors. I pressed my wrist to Kaelen’s parched, grey lips, my other hand cradling the back of his neck.

Serenya whispered, “Children of the First Blood…” Aluin’s gaze flicked to her, almost apologetic. “Your parents were of this line. Their union restored the blood after generations of dilution. That is why Maelis hunted them, why Eryndor hungers for you. You are the last bearer of the First Blood.” The words pressed on her chest like stone. Kaelen’s fists clenched. “You could have told me before the raids, before the council whispered poison about her!” Aluin’s calm frayed, though his voice did not rise. “Would you have believed? Even now, you doubt. But the sigil proves it. The moon burns her skin because she is bound to it more deeply than any wolf alive.”

Mara flinched, a sound stuck behind her teeth. “This is neutralizer,” Wren said. “It won’t erase the burn, but it keeps it from spreading into the bloodstream. Silver doesn’t just cut. It contaminates.” “Contaminates what?” Mara snapped. “Everything it touches,” Wren answered, calm. “Wolves blister. As much as you will deny this, there is a chance you have wolf blood in your history. If you’re carrying anything dormant, it aggravates it.” Mara’s gaze flicked to her wrapped forearm like it had betrayed her. Good. Let her fear the right thing.